Summary: Hope and happiness doesn’t come easy for Bucky, but he will make God himself pay if you lose yours
Warnings: language, very vague depression allusions
A/N: literally this is over 5000 words and I am sorry not sorry
A/N 2.0: shoutout to @buckyywiththegoodhair and @captainpunk for dealing with my half asleep first draft and ensuring it actually made sense
A/N 3.0: this is based on the True Colors scene in Trolls – which I can’t find a video of for the life of me – where Grumpy Gills McGee realizes that while he doesn’t care about his own happiness, he will rip apart hell if Butterfly Princess Sunshine is upset for half a moment
The music was loud, but not obnoxious. Leaning against one of the armchairs on the far side of the room, it was easy to hear your friends as they spoke. “…middle of an op, why did he feel that was an appropriate moment to hit on you?” Wanda was asking Natasha as you pulled your attention away from the brooding soldiers on the other side of the room and back to the girls in the chairs close to you. You took a sip of the drink Bruce had mixed for you. They were discussing the day before, and the unfortunate probationary agent that had decided Natasha was the next love of his life.
“Being in the middle of an op caused far less of an issue than Sam did,” Natasha admitted, shaking her head.
“Sam?” you asked, reinserting yourself into the conversation. “He’s usually level-headed when it comes to guys hitting on you. It’s not like it’s rare, and you always shut it down hella fast.”
Natasha chuckled, nodding her agreement before speaking. “I was leading the training team yesterday. Sam stopped by to bring my lunch – I’d left it at home. He didn’t need to be professional about it, and he knew I did.”
“Did Sam actually give the probationary agent a black eye?” Wanda asked, and you let your focus drift away from the girls and back to Bucky. He stood alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Steve had been with him earlier in the night, but had long since disappeared.